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puddleorganism · 17 days

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Another little batch of scifi au doodles

Featuring a couple redesigns! The species itself got a redesign but also I changed Scar’s species

If you’re confused about why Scar’s all red here’s a little worldbuilding dump for you:

This species (Sunseekers) is kind of like a reverse carnivorous plant. Carnivorous plants started as phototrophs and evolved to be carnivorous later. Sunseekers were carnivorous first, then evolved phototropism to supplement their energy intake.

However, camouflage was very important for their hunting methods (originally they were pretty much pure white with occasional light grey markings, it’s only since their lifestyle changed due to technological advancement that their skin/scale colors diversified), so being covered in bright red chloroplasts is not ideal. So - and take this with a grain of salt because I haven’t figured out the exact mechanism yet - their chloroplasts are underneath the pigment layer, which makes them invisible. The pigments move out of the way to reveal the chloroplasts when photosynthesizing, hence why the skin appears red! This is called “blooming” - at least for now. I may find a better word to describe it, but I do like the term “bloom” currently.

I made an animation of this process a while back, if you want to see it in motion:

I made it 6 months ago though so it’s pretty out of date lol. Here are the corrections I’d make now:

The wing and scale designs are completely outdated.

The red bloom should go all the way to the edge of the scales, but probably wouldn’t cover the entire wing at once.

It would happen MUCH slower than this. A single scale wouldn’t fully bloom this fast, let alone the whole wing.

I do like how it’s stylized though! The spots are more realistic than the sorta scratchy texture in the drawing I did of Scar (tbh I was just being lazy when I rendered it because I completely forgot to add the blooming until the end).

In modern times blooming isn’t as common of a behavior because food is easier to come by, and migration is very rare (other similar lifestyles where energy expenditure is consistently rather high do exist, but aren’t as common anyway). So, it’s just not as useful to be doing it all the time. Modern Sunseekers pretty much only bloom as a response to high exposure to sunlight, or when dealing with persistent physical and/or mental stress.

So basically when the body is like: put this bitch back in survival mode we need the ENERGY NOW

#art #no id #puddle scifi au #skizzleman fanart #skizzleman #impulsesv fanart #impulsesv #goodtimewithscar fanart #goodtimeswithscar #grian #<- from the scar doodle page #bdoubleo #<- from the impdubs meme #he is trying his best to spoon that dragon but he is just So Small and his husband is. not #life series #life series au #life series fanart

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sysig · 28 days

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Bad time of it, all things considered (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #Helix #ZEX #Blood #Just a bit but y'know - Enough #It honestly made me So sad that it took until his canonmates saw it happen that someone /finally/ acknowledged his spontaneous cuts D:#Like I get it it's dark and it's hard to see but his skin just opened up and he made a noise about it! The possible danger!!#And then by that point he's just so used to everyone ignoring it that their concern for him is barely even a factor weh ZEX ;;#Plus it's just a cool effect haha - sudden blood from nothing! Very rich mental movement #At least Max had someone concerned for him about it <3 Not that he could do anything about it but even just the validation of seeing it!#He has enough cuts on him :( Poor tenderized flesh #He gets all crabby from being sore from healing constantly haha :'D Of course he would!#One thing I found very interesting was the scar sidedness :0 Most of the examples in the gallery have his scar and missing eye opposite #But that's not necessarily the case! I actually scoured mid-read and there /are/ a couple instances of matching side!#They're very tiny so I overlooked them upon first viewing hehe ♪ But they're there! It's very interesting to me!#I like the aesthetics of the opposite - probably because I'm more used to it lol - but I can see the appeal and reasoning for the other way #I do honestly enjoy how much is open to interpretation and allowance uwu♪ And what's consistent! Like how it's always his right eye :D #That tracks hehe ♫#Haha his meeting with his delightfully inept counselor - I'm pretty sure I was actually more angry about his supposed injury than he was #He chilled out pretty quickly while I was just - A Scratched Cornea??? The disrespect!!#So happy with his eyebrow expression on that one as well ah <3 #It really does make me curious for how the staff is kept there - they don't /seem/ malicious during the day! But they're also unaware #It's interesting where the lines of reality are between everyone :D Very interesting ♪#Capping off with another song my playlist is looking quite healthy now hehe #Flagpole Sitta is one of those songs that only comes up for me every half dozen years or so but when it Does - phewph #It is /such/ a ZEX song to me now hehe <3 The flirtiness and exasperation - the defeatism even! So many killer lines #I think my favourite is ''I'm not sick but I'm not well'' ask me to read into that I will I'm gonna I'll do it even if you don't ask me lol #So fun to draw those lapses in control the poor dear ♥#The digital reconstruction there was a lot of fun as well actually :D I think I nailed it :3 Pulled around from all over the page! Pleased ♪

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neural-thread · 1 month

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Entirely redid my Slug'cat' design and made a doodle page of Survivor

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hunter-the-sad-skeleton · 4 months

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something something, drawing old comfort characters as a reward for getting through the first day of one of my classes, something something, art dump(Reblogs appreciated!)

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gaypirate420 · 9 months

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Stars // Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x gn!reader.

Summary: You're bored in class and doodle on Jasper's arm.

Fluff. Jasper's Battle Scars.

A yawn scaped your lips as you stared down at your teacher as she gives a lecture that is not registering on your mind at all. She's talking something about the history of Forks, you don't care, she's boring and it's making you sleepy.

You stared down at your notes, empty except for today's date, your eyes travel to your right to find Jasper actually paying attention and writing down what he finds useful.

"Isn't that a bit useless?" You whisper to him, Jasper's eyes meet yours and he smirks, he raised an eyebrow.

"Writing down notes for history, I mean, I don't think you need notes, you where there." You explained, whispering very low the last part, Jasper lean over closer to you.

"I don't, but you need them, darlin'." He whispered back with a small smile. You smiled and felt your cheeks warming up after hearing the nickname. Your hand went up to his messy hair and brush it down with your fingers, he smiled at your action and let you be.

He quickly stealed a kiss off your cheek and kept paying attention to the class as if nothing happened while you felt your cheeks burning.

Jasper saw how your attention went to anything but the class, you took your pencil case that's full of scrunched up post its and colorful pens and started doodling on your notebook.

Jasper doesn't mind helping you, he gets to spend more time with you and you get a handsome vampire tutor to explain you what you missed over and over if necessary and never gets angry.

The vampire looks back at the teacher, as he hears your pen moving all around the page.

He feels you lifting the sleeves of his sweater and cursing under your breath when you found his dress shirt.

"So many layers, can't even get cold." You murmur teasinly, if it wasn't from his increased hearing he would miss little things like this. Jasper smirks and continues to write before he feels the pen against his marble skin.

He stayed still for a second, his eyes moved to look at you.

You can't see them, his scars, not all of them. But the ones you do seem to be treated with extreme care as you started doodling on his pale arm.

They don't itch, they don't hurt, but, for him, it felt so nice, so important.

Jasper felt flustered, almost like his dead hearth skipped a beat at the sight of the tender scene.

You drew stars, it felt right. You smiled widely as you keep adding more and more, along with little hearts and even a flower on his forearm.

"Do you like your tattoos?" You whispered with the cutest smile he's ever seen. Jasper nodded.

"You're very talented, pumpkin." He could feel your heart skipping and of course your emotions going wild. He smiles as your happiness rub off on him.

"Now you do mine." You offered your pen to him, Jasper looked back at the teacher who spoke nonsense by now, he could make the teacher look like fool on another day for now he smiles and picks up the pen.

His icy cold fingers gently grabbed your arm, bringing it closer to him, you felt a shiver down your body at the sensation.

Your felt the tingly sensation of the pen against your arms, making you giggle silently.

Jasper drew flowers, some skulls that matched your wristband and of course, stars. Your eyes admired him, his blonde hair falling on his face and his furrowed eyebrows showing the absolute dedication to this task.

"There, sugar." He spoke gently, you looked at your arm and grabbed his hand. You saw his wrist and with your free hand you passed two of your bracelets from your wrist to his.

Jasper smiled again, it's odd for him to doing that so many times on so little time, he's getting giddy in the best way possible.

"Now we match." You spoke with an excited whisper. Jasper nodded, your eyes went wide with an idea.

"We should wear matching outfits one day." You smiled wider at the thought. The vampire nodded in agreement.

"That's a great idea, dear." His golden eyes looked at you before he leaned and kissed your lips.

"Mister Hale." The teacher called his name and he pulled away from you, your cheeks were burning again and you looked at the floor in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Miss." Jasper spoke with a victorious smirk as the teacher's frown disappears and turns into a smile, and of course the rest of the class magically turning their heads from you and Jasper.

"Don't worry about it." The teacher spoke with a following chuckle before returning to give her lecture. You giggle softly and shaked your head in mocking disapproval.

Jasper steals another quick peek on your lips before focusing back to writing notes for you.

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A/N: Little fluffy one shot for y'all, I'm working on the requests do not worry. Hope you like it!

#jasper hale x reader #jasper whitlock hale #jasper whitlock #jasper hale #jasper whitlock x reader #x male reader #jasper hale x y/n #jasper hale x male reader #effervescent #the twilight saga

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lynab00 · 9 months

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Doodle page w headcanons : 3 they are the definition of being besties with a coworker twice ur age

Some quick notes: olimar has a few scars going on from his first trip to 404. Bro was on an alien planet alone for like a month, he sustained some damage.

If u look closely u can see that Louie’s ears are a bit more rounded than olimar’s, as I think he might be part koppaite for obvious reasons

#pikmin #art #fanart #illustration #doodle #pikmin art #pikmin 2 #pikmin 3 #pikmin 4 #headcanons #they’re just little guys #louie #louie pikmin #olimar #olimar pikmin #captain olimar #lynas art

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1-marigold-1 · 2 months

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Redscape nation rise up

that's my favourite doodle of them man I dunno

Here you have the whole doodle page

I'm not much of a shipper but I adore their dynamic and have recently read some redscape fanfics for fun because I had too much free time on my hands-

Yeah anyways I think they're cool

(Mumbo is the only man in existence that can and will be poisoned by Scar constantly via his baking. Whether Scar planned it or not Mumbo has no survival instincts and will eat anything - like those buttercup cookies in s9 you know-)

This fic has cool vibes and it was the first I read from the redscape category, feel free to check it out! (I'm such a fan of vintage/clocks/radio and stuff like that so yeahhh)

Grian is so done with them both

#feel free to skip nothing interesting here #hermitcraft #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #hermitshipping #redscape #mumscar #<- that's such a wonky name #now I understand why people call it redscape #it genuinely sounds a lot better #the shipping part of this can be interpreted as platonic actually

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thecynthh · 4 months

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a little ink - C.S

summery - y/n is journaling in bed but chris gets bored of his phone and begins to play around with y/n's stationary.

notes - fluff <33333, chris is so boyfriend, i thought the fandom needed more fluff, short

a/n - hey yall, this is an apology gift because ive been bad on being active and writing so enjoy this lil thing i whipped up.

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i stationed myself on my side of the large bed with a little tray table on top of my bare legs. my shorts barely covered up to my mid thigh so the vent near me was absolutely chilling. i begin to go slowly when i'm trying to write a title for my next page, i began to journal when my boyfriends brother and my therapist recommended it to me, despite how simple matt’s was, I thought i could take it up a notch and make it a little cutesy.

my pencil case was jam packed with highlighters, colourful pens and high quality markers, my concentration stays strict on the page in front of me, i tried to keep my penmanship neat while i'm trying to write something in cursive. a warm hand wraps around my ankles as i look down beside me seeing chris look at me with want in his eyes. “hi chris,” i simply say looking at the boy while i put the cap back onto my brush tip marker.

“hi baby,” he looks up at me with a beaming bright smile, he just radiates good energy and love. he drops his phone beside him now playing a song instead of the various audios from tiktok.

his hand sneaks up into my pencil case grabbing a yellow marker from it. he uncaps it and i feel the light pressure of it press down onto my skin, the yellow marker glides along my scar, he continues to draw past it to make a star out of the previously hurt skin. chris knew i was self conscious about my scars, it was a permanent reminder of the pain i went through in highschool.

he didn’t care though. he continued to draw random doodles on my leg, moving on to my arms where more scars lay hurt, he switched out his marker for a different colour the more he explored. little hearts, stars and chris’ signature riddle my legs and arms, i feel his writing getting a bit faster. It looks like a sentence but i couldn’t quite read it.

i stopped what i was doing a long time ago, now just admiring what he was doing. he was so focused on writing his signature on the larger line of a scar i had on my arm using the line from my body to represent the line through the dollar sign he always made whenever he wrote his name.

he does a very magnificent heart beside his name, filling it in still trying to be very soft on my skin as the ink seeps in. he plants a fulfilling kiss onto the scar now covered in orange ink, he looks up at me with a little bit of a knowing look painted on his face. “im sorry, it was only meant to be a little ink but your scars are beautiful, as is the rest of you.” his finger underlines the sentence imprinted on my skin as he reads it out.

“chris i'm gonna cry oh my gosh. you are so cute, you know that?” i saw trying to hold back a sob.

a chuckle escapes his smiley lips “i love you so much y/n” his lips make contact with the star that started the rest of the pseudo tattoos. i wish i could keep this image in my head forever, because this was a moment too precious to let go of.

taglist - @westwiing13 @comet235 @mayhem73

#sturniolo triplets #syn speaks #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #Spotify

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mi-ni-me · 3 months

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Hooooooomygawd. This is exactly what I was ranting about in my last post! I should’ve been posted this, but of course everytime I try I get immediately distracted and start scrolling or completely forget and walk away doing something else 😅. BUT HEYYYYY IM HEREEEE, and I’ve decided this week’s spread is underfell based since that’s what most doodles I had were🌚. So let’s just jump right into it,,

1-4.)First off an Underfell! Papyrus spread cause I luv him and I wanted to have one to match his brother. I’ve been planning on doing spreads for each skeleton but obviously that’s going to take a little longer than planned lol! My underfell papyrus has no eye-lights, not because he’s blind but because I like it best aesthetically. I also hc he wakes up early to go to the store, but is still grumpy cause it’s 5 am…even though it’s his personal routine he did to himself🌚. Though! He wears sweats and that’s the ONLY time you’ll catch him in some sweats. His primary weapon is a sharp ended bone for easy access, he’s 6’6 with his heeled boots on, which are inspired by a certain someone. Finally, he has a stinky lazy cat named Doomfanger, I personally don’t like cats but I’d try for him,,

5,6,7.)HOO doggy I needs him😩 my uf!Gaster otherwise known as “Ego” n some background info for him and the boys when they were younger. He was the Royal Mad Scientist and very smart yet incredibly self centered, his experiments sons Sans and Papyrus stay home until he gets back after long hours and can be gone for days at a time. Though his oldest, Sans is very responsible they still wish he didn’t work his hours. Finally, before his disappearance into the core, his sons were both visiting before everything went down, Dr.Gaster, who after finally achieving SOMETHING within the core is faced with two incredibly difficult choices, he who is OBVIOUSLY MAD!!!!!??! Decides to instead leave his children in order to see the truth. This without a doubt is one of the first of many hardships young Sans and Payrus face.

8,9,10.)Last but not least a cat study page for Doomfanger since I found out I wanted to draw a cat without knowing how to draw a cat whatsoever, so I practiced!! Doomfanger is stinky cause he doesn’t like baths, lazy from lack of discipline (surprising but Edge can’t even yell at the poor thing.), and greedy from overeating, does this sound like someone we know?🌚 He has a scar across his left eye and half his fluffy tail is almost bare leaving only fluff at the end. Doomfanger doesn’t get along well with his uncle, which many find odd as they’re incredibly similar, too bad they don’t see it themselves. (Bonus Edge holding kitten Doomfanger, the beginning of a deadly friendship. And yes this one is noticeably newer than the others but it’s on the same page and fits the theme so let’s assume it was there from beginning 🌚😂)

#my art #undertale #sans #underfell gaster #underfell sans #underfell #underfell papyrus #paprus #self insert #doomfanger #uf!gaster #me w uf!papyrus #2023 #traditional art

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razzafrazzle · 10 months

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dont ask me how a trans man would exist in olathe. you should instead be asking how and why even the flash worked the way it did bc i dont know if even dingaling knows

[image description: a page of drawings of characters from lisa: the painful. the main drawing on the page is a redraw of a screencap of queen roger sitting across from brad at a campfire and saying "You're kinda cute." to him. the redraw is fully rendered and drawn in a cartoon style. other doodles on the page include queen roger in a simple black dress with his hair in a ponytail, brad sitting on the ground, and terry hintz with his shirt off and top surgery scars visible with the words "t-man hintz, babey!!". end id]

#do you think they have hrt post-flash.#also do you think if terry was trans did he get his top surgery pre-flash #or. funnier option. he managed to convince some warlord to chop em off #the Olathan Special.#but seriously how did the flash work. was it agab based. nad based. identity based. what happened here #doc talks #my art #lisa the painful #lisa rpg #queen roger #terry hintz #brad armstrong

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julsvu · 12 days

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gn! reader

📒: mentions of fighting, bruises/injuries, headcanons, mentions of blood, hurt/comfort, might be ooc, some angst in nagi's part, this is a reupload cause my original post didn't show up in tags D:

reo mikage version

meguru bachira

this boy cares for you a lot

ever since he found someone that didn't find him weird aka you, he was as loyal as a dog. if not, more loyal; following you around, looking at you with nothing but love and endless devotion

so if he ever heard you get into a fight, he'd fight with you, defending you as hard as he could; he firmly believes in the quote, "eye for an eye"

you get punched in the eye? next thing y'know meguru punches your opponent in the eye harder than they did with you

he doesn't let you get hurt anymore the moment his eyes catch the sight

however, there are some times where he'd be cheering for you in the fight instead of fully jumping in

he'd be riling you up IMMENSELY and shoves anyone off if they tried insulting you

when the fight ends, he drags you to a private area, helping you clean your wounds as carefully as he can, while he comments how proud he is that he has such a strong lover

he makes sure you're physically, and mentally okay basically, giving you words of affection and kissing your bruises, wishing he could do more to ease the pain.

however, unbeknownst to you, he confronts the people that have messed with you, after every fight

once it happens, it'll never happen again - he doesn't want to lose you

y'know how he says that he thinks his weak point is how he doesn't worry a lot? he worries a lot when it comes to only you

the people that have messed with you delivered a 10-page apology letter in your locker the day after the fight

extra: he definitely doodles on your bandages, "meguru was here!" is something he'd doodle the most

seishiro nagi

i feel like he most likely wouldn't find out until someone tells him, since he often hangs out alone and plays games all the time

he finds out through social media, or from reo

worst case scenario? he'd be too late, and the next thing he knew he had to visit you in the clinic because he wasn't aware. he wasn't able to do anything

he's never been so awake??? it was the first time you'd see nagi actually profusely sweating without playing soccer

he holds your hand, giving you small, gentle kisses as well as soft apologies, his voice soft

ever since that incident, he's always with you- he makes sure to not leave you alone, at all

whenever you two are alone, he kisses your scars or healed wounds; especially if you're ever feeling insecure about them. he gives you a lot of reassurance and tells you that his love for you hasn't and never will change.

he makes sure to keep himself around you more, holding your hand and using his tall figure to intimidate anyone who messes with you

he'd also definitely doodle on your bandages whenever you have them on your body; he'd mostly draw choki, or small smiley faces

aside from his worry, there's also pride within him

YES you get into fights, but that means you don't back down?? that concept to him makes you attractive to him 10000x more.

extra: he cuddles you after everything that's happened, playing with your hair while you lay your head on his chest <3

#blue lock x reader #blue lock fluff #blue lock imagines #nagi seishiro x reader #seishiro nagi x reader #nagi x reader #bachira meguru x reader #meguru bachira x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fluff

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post-it-notes7 · 5 months

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PiN7's Mirrorverse Masterpost

A collection of my various posts, art, and comics surrounding my take on a Kirby Animeverse Mirror World, complete with the occasional game element thrown in here and there. The questions/titles listed below are paraphrased, and each links to their original posts, which will go more in-depth. They are not in chronological order, but sorted into groups based on their relation to one another. If you're confused, don't worry! Mirrorverse wasn't designed to be digested all in one sitting, but taken piece by piece as it continues to be built up. Browse around, you may find something interesting.

General Knowledge:

Get a basic feel for the Mirror World

Can reflections make themselves look like their counterpart?

How DMK got that scar

How does a reflection know if their counterpart has died?

Views On Shattering

How common are medics and healing items?

More information on how Mir Falspar’s shoulder works

doodles

fresh wound(?)

how does it feel

Is Mirror Galaxia Sentient: Yes!

That weird sword? (NOT Galaxia)

Mir Arthur and the General Gemstones: Some More Information

What do they do

Can someone be sensed and/or tracked?

A Helpful Timeline

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Chronological Events:

(Most Recent In-Timeline)

The Mir Falspar Sleepless Saga

Something’s up

Watch him, will you?

Uh oh, DMK’s here

It’s not like he’ll know

Wake up time

DMK suffers the consequences (part 1)

DMK is tired of the consequences (part 2)

Wait—Mir Arthur did what?

Dreams?

Guess it all lines up

The Grind Never Sleeps (meme)

Crossroads with Mirror Galacta Knight?

Going to meet the new reflection

DMK mentions The Cave Incident

The Cave Incident

A few days later…

Mir Garlude Resigns from the Mir GSA

The Attack

She’s Gone

Dragging DMK Back

Telling Mir Arthur

Recovery Period

(Bonus meme) Friendship Ended with DMK

Training with Mir Garlude: The Seven Part Comic

Start Here (page links are provided on original post)

Bonus Page (takes place modern day)

(^Least Recent In-Timeline)

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Characters of the Mirror World:

Unlike MK, how does DMK feel about his wings and face?

Can DMK cook?

DMK is Dark Mind’s protege?

Can DMK hold his own in a fight?

That time Mir Falspar punched DMK in the face

What is Mir Falspar and Mir Dragato’s relationship?

A crucial difference: Mir Falspar’s and Mir Dragato’s take on shattering

Tell us more about Mir Dragato

How do Mir Dragato and DMK interact?

DMK has a crush? (he doesn’t know that’s what it is)

What’s up with Mir Falspar’s shoulder?

Mir Falspar’s gloves?

Can Mir Falspar leave the Mir GSA?

Mir Falspar is not thinking about the cave incident

Intro to the Illusionist, Mir Arthur

Has Mir Arthur used illusions on others before?

Mir Arthur’s limits?

Is there a significance to the color of Mir Arthur’s red, blue, yellow magic?

Does Mir Arthur control the edges of his cape?

Does Mir Arthur know what’s up with Mir Falspar’s injury?

What is Mir Arthur teaching DMK?

What is Mir Nonsurat like?

Mir Galacta—The first appearance

Mir Galacta—a brand new reflection?

What does Mir Galacta look like without his mask?

Where is Shadow Kirby?

What about Mir Garlude and Mir Jecra?

Mir Jecra in the Mir GSA

How is Mirror Jecra doing?

Mir Garlude’s approach to training DMK (meme)

How Mir Garlude viewed DMK

(Mir) Cera, the background Medic

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That's it for now, this masterpost is sure to be updated in the future!

#post's rambles #mirrorverse #consider this a present to my beloved followers who have watched me organize Nothing up until this point

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archangeldyke-all · 5 months

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imagine sevika finding all the drawings reader has made of her in their sketchbook. Drawings of her face, body, nose, back, everything. 🙃🙃

wahhhh now i'm crying

men and minors dni

she's rifling through your drawers looking for a clean tank top to borrow when she finds a manila folder hidden under your socks.

she hums, opening it, expecting to find your birth certificate or tax documents. she freezes when the first thing she sees is her own face.

sevika knows you like to draw. she's always laughing at the little doodles and sketches she finds around the house, on the back of old receipts or napkins.

one of her favorite pastimes is reading in bed while you doodle away in your sketchbook beside her.

but she's never seen you draw her before.

she gazes down at the sketch, soaking in every scratch of your pencil, a lump forming in her throat at the loving way you've captured her sleeping face.

she moves the first sketch to the side. the next one is a bit messier, clearly done in a rush. black ink smudged in some spaces where your hand smeared it on the back of an old receipt in your attempt to quickly capture the rare sight of sevika's toothy grin. she chuckles at the little hearts you've drawn around her smiling face, then moves onto the next.

it's her whole body from head to toe, naked and asleep on your bed. she's got one hand above her head, the other resting across her stomach. she looks... soft. you've drawn each and every scar on her body with loving reverence. you've captured the hickeys you'd sucked into her neck earlier that night with a gentle smudge of your graphite. a gentle smile creeps up sevika's lips as a tear falls from her eyes.

there's hundreds of sketches in the folder. sevika gives up on her search for a shirt and situates herself on the bed, rifling through all the papers in the folder.

some of her hands, some of her back, some of her lounging on the couch with a cigarette between her lips.

her favorite is a quick doodle you'd obviously done when she'd pissed you off, a caricature of her flexing, captioned with 'all these muscles and she still makes me shovel the driveway.'

she loves the little studies she finds on various parts of her face. one page is just full of her nose from different angles. another is of her hands, both flesh and prosthetic.

you find her while she's admiring a particularly saucy sketch of what she assumes must be your view of when she's fucking you missionary.

"sevika?" you ask. she jumps off the bed, scrambling to stack the papers and slam the folder closed. you chuckle. there's a lovely little blush on her cheeks, and she's still clutching the folder to her chest like it's her prized possession. "you found your folder." you say. she blinks at you.

"why didn't you show me these before?" she asks. you shrug.

"'s kinda embarrassing. i'm, like, obsessed with you." you say. sevika chuckles.

"'m your muse." she says. you roll your eyes.

"i didn't say that--"

"these are beautiful." she says. you blink at her. "i've-- fuck, i spent like an hour and a half lookin' at 'em. you made me beautiful." she says.

you blink back tears. sevika's always saying stuff that takes your breath away, then acting like she's said nothing.

"you are beautiful sevika." you say. she gulps, and then in a flash she's kissing you.

taglist!

@lesbeaniegreenie @fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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petriwriting · 7 months

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Scars. - Remus Lupin X Reader

*Marauders era, Young!Remus. Fluff, Cute Marauders bonding time, insecure remus. Established relationship between Remus and y/n.

Summary: Remus is insecure about his scars for obvious reasons, and so Y/N comforts him and offers reassurance.

A/N: Peter Pettigrew is not a part of this because I refuse to write for that rat boy. My hatred is justified, read the books.

The Potters's house was quiet, although Mr. and Mrs. Potter were on business for the weekend, they kindly offered their home as a place of refuge for their son James and his friends. Y/N and Lily shared the guest room, while the three boys shared James's room.

It was a quiet morning, a Saturday. and the group slowly collected themselves from their rooms and gathered downstairs. Y/n and Lily were the first to be awake, sipping morning tea at the dinner table.

"Good morning love," said James in a sleepy voice, still in his pajamas, wandering over to Lily planting a kiss on her forehead. "good morning," she said cheerfully. "We made some tea if you'd like,"

While the sleepiness wore off, the group became their lively selves again. Once everyone was seated at the table, and had finished their tea, Lily chimed in over the group chatter. "So, Y/N and I had the idea to make everyone breakfast this morning." Y/n turned and smiled. "but we will need more eggs and a few things from the market." Lily proposed, "So you whoever would like to accompany me is welcome, but we need someone to stay and get started on baking."

"I'll go!" Said James right away, loving the thought of accompanying Lily no matter where they went. "We can take my bike, I have an extra helmet," Sirius stated. "We can stay and start on the muffins," Y/n said, who was sitting next to Remus, they shared a short glance and smiled. "that settles it then!" Lily exclaimed excitedly. "I left the instructions on the fridge for you two. Boys, we should go get dressed."

Y/N and Remus broke off from the group, beginning to clean the tea cups and tidy the room by straightening the chairs. Sirius, James, and Lily had gone upstairs, leaving the two in the kitchen. Y/n feared Remus was in a bad mood, he seemed a bit sad today, something unusual though he was typically quiet.

"Everything okay, rem?" Y/n asked, the two stood in the kitchen. Remus seemed to be stuck in his own head.

"Hmm?" Remus uttered. "yeah of course."

"be back in a moment's time!" James said, the three rushing down the stairs. "And please, do not have sex on the kitchen counter, respect the house!" James said with a chuckle, it made Remus roll his eyes back into his head. "Oh, Bugger off James that's gross!" Y/n called back to James with a laugh. The three went outside, and Y/N and Remus could hear the sound of Sirius' motorcycle start. Sirius was elated to take that thing anywhere nowadays, and he had just purchased an extra seat and helmet for it.

Y/N walked over to the fridge, which had lovely handwritten notes with flowers doodled onto the page.

Lily's Blueberry Muffin Recipe :)

Y/n began reading the ingredients, instructing Remus to grab the flour out of the cupboard. "this seems like an easy recipe," Y/n said, grabbing a bowl and a whisk to mix the ingredients as per Lily's instructions.

Thud.

Y/n turned, startled by the noise, only to be met face-to-face with Remus who had accidentally dropped the bag of flour onto himself. He sighed heavily, brushing some of it out of his hair. "Oh Rem," Y/n cooed. "it's fine," Remus said he was off this morning, being a bit frustrated by his mistake didn't help at all. "Why don't you go change, I can gather the rest of the ingridients, love." Remus nodded, heading upstairs to go change his pajamas which were now in fact covered in a white dusting of flour.

Y/n gathered all the ingridients and all the things needed as per Lily's list. It was surely a muggle recipe, slightly different than normal. Humming to themself as they measured out the ingridients.

It had been a bit longer than it would have usually taken for Remus to change, so Y/n thought it was best to check on him. "Remus?" she called from the bottom of the stairs- no answer.

Y/n walked up the stairs and into James' room where Remus was no doubt. Y/n gently pushed the door open to see Remus standing in front of the mirror, examining each of his scars along his chest, arms, and back.

"Remus?" y/n asked gently, Remus was pulled out of his haze of insecurity and turned away from the mirror, but before he could change Y/n wrapped their arms around him from behind.

Y/n knew of his insecurities and his battle with self-esteem. He always questioned why he couldn't look like James, with his luscious hair, or like Sirius, who had so much charm that so many girls were always pining after him, Remus was quiet, studious, and non-flirtatious in that way. "whats wrong, rem?" Y/n asked gently, still holding him from behind.

"Nothing dear," Remus said, but Y/n could tell it wasn't nothing.

He sighed. "I just wonder what I would look like without all these hideous scars," he said.

"I don't think they are hideous. Remus." Y/n said.

"I do." He uttered softly, Y/n gently pulled away, pulling her hand up to trace the scars across his chest. "I hate them." He said.

"I love you the way you are." Y/n offered sweetly.

Remus sighed, putting on his worn-in Gryffindor sweater. "I'm sorry," Remus uttered, looking down, almost embarrassed to look at his partner who loved him unconditionally. It was new to him, being loved like this. "It's all I can think about lately." He admitted.

Y/n stepped closer. "It's okay to feel this way, But you know none of us care about what you look like. We all love you exactly the way you are." Y/n said. Remus finally looked up, with a soft smile.

"I don't deserve you," he said softly. "Nonsense." Y/n insisted. "I love you, nothing will ever change that," Y/n said, stepping closer, taking Remus' face in their hands.

Remus pulled forward for a gentle kiss on y/n's lips. their love was soft and sweet. it was a sentimental moment.

"now we should get back to the muffins," Y/n giggled.

"after you."

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tfmerc · 3 days

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Just want to expand a little on Artist!Konig as hinted towards in my camera roll series

Like he's just a cutie pie :((( coming home from long missions with his sketchbook filled with little doodles, enthusiastically explaining all the little details :<

masterlist

read bellow cut :3

Loud thudding footsteps echoed throughout your small apartment, soft huffs and groans bouncing off the hallway walls; Konig was home.

The thought of seeing him made you giddy, a pink hue brushing across your cheeks; giggles already bubbling in your throat. It was an adorable sight for Konig to come home to, his partner sprawled out on their shared bed - cooing and dotting over him as if they had some school kid crush.

“Schatz… what’re you doing awake?” For such a large and intimating man, he was the epitome of a sweetheart. Voice soft and almost as though he was talking to a child, fingers brushing across your cheek; lips ghosting over your forehead.

A soft shake of your head had him sighing, pulling away gently as he slowly packed away his gear. A very particular routine that he followed almost religiously each time he returned home, “Kleiner Liebling, you should be asleep.”

“I was waiting for you,” Tilting your head slightly you tried to get a good look at his, now unclothed, face. Each scar and divot of his body on full display, nothing but a pair of boxers now covering his body, “Any new sketches to show me?”

Konig’s eyes lit up within seconds, reaching for a leather clad sketch book; hidden in the side pocket of his duffle bag. A wide smile spreading over his lips as he made quick work to lay beside you.

Having you tucked under his left arm, bicep flexing as he flicked through countless pages of drawings, poorly written poetry in Austrian and flowers being pressed between pages.

His thumb brushed over certain drawings and words, translating and whispering soft explanations of what everything meant; why he felt the need to write or draw them. His sketchbook was practically second skin to him, a window of who he truly is.

The hushed whispers continued for what seemed like hours, your lashes batting against his chest; tracing gentle patterns over his scars and tattoos, relishing in his muscular frame. You were eager to have him fed, for a soft layer of fat to cover his toned body; to look loved and cared for.

“Zeit zum Schlafen, mein süßes.”

✧･ﾟ: translations were made through google translate, apologies if grammar isn’t correct *✧･ﾟ:*

Schatz, sweetheart

Kleiner Liebling, little darling

Zeit zum Schlafen, mein süßes Mädchen, time to sleep, my sweet

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 30 days

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Sketches: Arthur Morgan x Plus-Sized!Reader (Semi-NSFW)

Nothing sexual, just drawings of a naked reader

From the moment you first met him, you would have never guessed that he could be this soft and gentle as a person. You had seen his hands bruised and bloodied, knuckles split and fingertips rubbed raw to the point they split open from the many fist fights and bar brawls he had been in. His hands, large and powerful like that of a bear, calloused from years of a hard life on the run, were not meant to be rest other than the little bit of peace he got when he would pass out after a horribly long day. His body, riddled with many scars, divots and healed over gashes, he had convinced himself that he would never let another see it in any way domestic after Mary.

He had convinced himself that he would never be able to live a domestic life.

Whenever he would ride into town or past the many farmhouses that dotted the southern countryside, he couldn’t help but feel envious at the sight of the many families that built up farms and towns. He yearned to have a life other than crime, but it was all he knew.

He almost didn’t believe he was alive when you both had started to fancy each other. Really, for Arthur, it was the moment you had joined in on the gang as it had really been your only hope at this point. He thought his brain had finally started to take a hike to nowhere when he caught you multiple times glancing at him - especially when he would stand up from picking something heavy up. You always looked away quickly, finding something immediately to occupy yourself and especially your hands, turning away to hide your heating face.

It wasn’t until you both found yourselves drunk in a dirty saloon, clinging onto each other while laughing at nothing like fools in love, barely managing to dance with each other as the pianist chimed away at the ivory keys that you both fell in love.

You had horribly misjudged Arthur upon first meeting him. Even as you laid next to him in his tent, your soft and plush body pushed up right against his rock-hard one, you still found yourself feeling so remorseful for thinking he was just some brute.

Arthur loved how warm you were. Some nights in his tent were brutal when horrible weather set in over the camp, especially when it rain and the winds howled outside, threatening to blow his tent right over. He loved how soft you were even more.

He felt like it was oh so wrong for his hands to grace your soft skin, but he loved it with every fiber of his being. He loved tracing shapes into your plush thighs without a thought in his mind. He loved digging his large hands into your wide hips to bring you closer to him. He loves coming into the tent after a long day of dealing with Dutch’s bullshit to bury his head in your stomach and hold you tightly as you combed your fingers through his hair.

It only made his heart ache something awful when he would be away from camp for days on end, whether it was somehow scraping together supplies for camp or chasing down jobs. Arthur always made sure to bring his journal wherever he went, but even more so now. Between the pages where he logged his thoughts in messy scripture and small doodles of whatever he came across, he would find himself writing about you. Sometimes it was little poems he would come up with on the spot so quickly he swore a child could write better. Sometimes it was him logging what you had said to him that clouded his mind, rooting in and flourishing like a field of flowers.

But what Arthur had been scribbling in his journal lately was something he even found himself flushing at: Your body. He didn’t mean to at first, but his hands had worked faster than his brain could process. But after the first sketch of you, he just had to do another, and then another in a different pose, and the one of you in a pose only he could see in the comforts of his tent.

That’s where Arthur found himself now, in his tent in the dead of night. The rest of the gang had finally gone to bed except for you the two of you. Arthur was lounged on his cot, his journal tucked up on his propped leg as the other hung off, his heel tapping against the hard ground. His eyes were trained on his journal, forest green hues dazed with lust, fingers were shaking ever so slightly, his fingertips were dusty with the ground up graphite from how much he had been sketching.

He poured his heart into the details of your body he loved so much. He swore he could never do justice, his drawings were nothing more than chicken scratch compared to the real thing.

Little did he know the real thing hadn’t actually gone to sleep in their own bed in their own tent, just waiting for everyone to finally fuck off to bed before they slipped out into the night as stepped lively to his own.

He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration. He had to get it all right: The way your body could move, the way you saunter around with those delish wide hips that tempt him every day, the way your soft belly curves, your thighs that could make him cry, your soft and round cheeks he loved to press kisses to. He loved how your naked body looked, he wished he could hold it forever until time would stop. He sketched your stretchmarks that would find himself tracing, your nipples pebbled when he would kiss at your chest, your hands grabbing at your ample body. He drew your legs apart this time, normally sketching them closed, as he tried to pay attention to the detail of your sex when he heard something that made him snap his journal closed in an instant.

His eyes shot up to his tent where he heard you clear your throat softly.

“Arthur?” you cooed softly at him. Just your voice alone sent warm vibrations down to his core. “You mind a lil’ company tonight?”

You parted the opening of his tent and stepped through, a perfect sight to really ignite the fire in him. A devious smile spread across your face at just the sight of Arthur’s pupils blown wide with a feral need.

“Darlin’, the day I say no to that is the day ya put me in the ground.”

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur x reader

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